Reconnecting

When I was a little girl, my mother made sure we knew our heritage. I knew that my Grandpa George was part Mohawk. I secretly loved that I looked a bit like him.… Continue reading →

The Hill

I remember fondly a day that the kids and I went over to the reservoir to enjoy the weather. The kids were rolling down the hill and having a blast! Down they would… Continue reading →

Lunch Table

From the time my children were very young I have given a handful of what they call speeches. I prefer the term impassioned pleas, but whatever the title, there are some lessons that… Continue reading →

Cracked Pot

I have often wondered what triggers memories of childhood. I suppose it can be a combination of sights, sounds, and circumstance. Whatever the reason, they have an unmatched ability to hurl us through… Continue reading →